The writer has seen a family which went through this gypsy-like "moving" no less than four times.

At length the settler finds his location, has it registered in the nearest Land Office and calls it his.

With ready axes, the farmer and his sons cut down the logs which are to make their dwelling.

The children explore the new farm lying covered with its velvet sod, as it has done for centuries; they gather its flowers, pluck its wild fruits, chase its wild ducks or grouse or gophers.

Health and homely fare make life enjoyable.